As Gustov prepared to climb down the summit of the mountain range, he glanced down at Ivor and scoffed.
He strode down the mountain, out of Ivor's keen sight.
Seriously, this is the person you would rather fight you then me!? There's nothing special about him.
Gustov, still lost in thought did not sense the two men dressed in all white, who had started walking behind him.
"Sir Gustov," one of the man called out.
Gustov snapped back to reality and snuck quick glances at the men before waving his hands.
"So the caravan really got destroyed. This is the fourth one this month," the other scoffed.
"No need to worry men, the caravans aren't apart of our pay so whether they are destroyed or not is not of our concern," Gustov dismissed.
The three men reached the bottom of the mountain and were met by rows of frost-covered tents standing behind wooden walls, while soldiers in thick fur cloaks moved between campfires and supply wagons. Watchtowers guarded the perimeter, with amour covered polar bears resting just a few meters away.
The three men marched straight through the row of tents into the biggest one in the middle. Gustov walked over to the table in the center and sat down.
"Alright then twins, I'll leave Ivor to you. He is beneath me so I trust you will handle it," Gustov ordered.
The twins bowed their heads and walked out of the tent. Once they were out, Gustov let out a long sigh before snarling and looking towards the left side of the tent.
" You should now by now that you can't hide from me V. So come out and say what you want to say," Gustov growled.
"Always the observant one wolfie," a voice called out.
Gustov blinked and when his eyes opened, a tall figure dressed in a black robe with flowing green hair appeared.
V smiled as he sat on the table, placing his hand on it to reveal the red hot flower mark on his hand.
" You already know what I'm going to say, but I'll say it anyway. Sylvio expects absolute success in retrieving the item, got it," V says in a devilish, calm voice.
Gustov leaned back on his chair, "The best we can do is weaken them. Breaking through that fotress is going to be a problem and you know it," Gustov retaliated.
"You were always recourceful when you needed to be, so make a plan for it," V responded as he hopped off the table.
Gustov smiled as he slammed his head on the table, causing a minor tremor and a gust of air that nearly collapsed the tent.
"If he wanted it to be successful he would have come himself. But I don't mind risking my man as long as he comes here and makes me," Gustov said with an ignorant smirk, revealing four sharp fangs.
V turned and faced him with a smile, "If you're so keen on dying you could atleast finish the mission first. Would be a waste, and it would mean Ivor gets to kill Sylvio," he responded.
Gustov paused and scowled. With a one last bow V turned and vanished.
"Fine then, once I'm done I'll finally kill that bloody Yakki!" Gustov roared as he matched out of the turned.
"Soldiers!!! Arm yourself, we are heading out," He ordered.
Soldiers scrambled through the snow-covered camp, hurriedly fastening armor and grabbing spears, swords, and shields from crowded weapon racks. Orders echoed through the freezing air as men rushed between tents, preparing for the battle ahead. Nearby, massive polar bears snorted clouds of mist as their riders climbed onto their backs, tightening reins and securing supplies. The ground trembled beneath the bears' heavy footsteps as they formed ranks, ready to charge across the frozen landscape at a moment's notice.
Gustov stood on higher ground as he watched the soldiers fall into position. He turned to the twins clad in white.
"You have your orders," he then turned to his army, "Everyone else, follow me."
The soldier's roared as they began marching, making the ground beneath them tremble in terror.